Awakening this morning, I trudge down the stairs and start the coffee and tea kettle. I look down the long hallway and see a light bath casting from Daughter's room into the hallway. I marvel that Daughter is awake even before me, the early riser. At 5:50 a.m., she is already...
Wait a minute, damn it, Daughter is banned from all electronic devices for the month of February, thanks to her "forgetting" to use the landline to exchange the near-constant murmurs of love with her boyfriend. Murmurs that cost 40 cents a minute on the cell phone once we have hit our shared-minute ceiling.
I march down the long hallway to see what device she has secreted into her room and is now defiantly using.
What I find is an angelic teen sound asleep, bathed in the glorious light of a near-full moon. The light, while bright, is thankfully not bright enough to illuminate my red-faced reaction to my obvious miscalculation.